The Amber Sword

The little girl's eyes were like dusty grandmother greens, hiding a deep, heartbreaking green with the power of life spreading inward and outward.

She was thin, as if she had some malnourished little hands, one holding Antina and one holding Roman, and she was wearing a grey linen dress, her white knees standing on the floor barefoot, biting her lips, looking at him.

Brando slightly flashed.

In his eyes, the long, dark green hair of the waterfall seemed like a new rattan, backed in the dark by that dusty little face, filled with a weak, frightening smell - but the little girl's eyes did not hide, but measured him with some caution.

“What is this?”

Emerald eyes, all over the Warnde world, except the forest elves, only the purest Senians will have —— the people of the tree; but the long green hair that hangs like a waterfall down to the waist is so dazzling that it almost makes young people think it's a young man's god.

In the Sword of Amber, he has seen only one NPC with nearly pure long hair as dark green as this.

The god of trees.

“Sy took it from the cavalry, perhaps from a nearby village.” Antitina replied, lowering her head and carefully grooming the hair on her forehead.

Brando looked up and said, "She's Senior, you know? ”

“What's that, Brando?” Little Roman held the little girl's hand and blinked and asked.

“Seniah?” Antina's men shrunk consciously, but she hesitated for a moment, completing the action on her hands. The little girl shrugged, raised her head and glanced at her with green eyes. The eyes of the nobleman Qianjin were a little complicated-

Rumors of these ‘green people' are circulating in many areas, with the widespread assertion that these Senians suffer from veterinary diseases and are therefore generally reluctant to come into contact with ‘wildlings’, let alone nobility, in these forests.

In extreme areas, there is even support for the burning of these heathens in order to prevent the spread of veterinary diseases.

But Brando lowered his head and slowed down —— just like the Vaughands used to do to appease children, and looked at the little girl and said, "What's your name? ”

For young people, the Senians are no different from the Eruins and the Kruz. Although in the war against the dragons of darkness seventy-eight centuries ago, the history of the Senians entered centuries of self-enclosure - their backwardness being regarded by the civilized world as self-righteous - by hiding in the dark forests of the South, this history is more like an abstract symbol in the background for Brando.

The little girl looked at him and opened her mouth slightly.

“She doesn't speak Cruz.” Antitina replied.

Brando wasn't surprised, he nodded and stood up straight: "It's okay, I know where she came from. But I'm a little strange.” Antitina also nodded softly to understand his strangeness, and since she knew that the little girl was Senior, she had also wondered why the noble cavalry had been so kind that it had not executed the Senior girl.

Not to speak of such a barbaric place as Tonigal, in the hinterland of the kingdom, but the execution of a Senian by the army is also in accordance with most statutes.

Brando stood tall and looked around.

“We'll take her to Green Village. ”

“Green Village? ”

“Mmm.”

“What is that place? ”

“A village in Senia," Brando glanced, picking up a cavalry sword from the ground at random, snapping it, then harvesting it and sheathing it: “Just south of here, about half a day's journey ——”

“The village of the Senians, what are we going to do there?” The nobleman frowned and whispered: “This little girl should find someone to escort her back to. Lord, the Senians...”

She wanted to say something else, but saw Brando wave at her.

“Lord!” Antitina frowned and objected: “That's Seniors, and if you let outsiders know that we've dealt with them, it won't do you any good -”

“So, my lord, your reputation...”

The teenage girl's eyebrows slightly snapped and suddenly thought that the little Senian girl was still with her. Even though she knew she might not understand her words, she subconsciously stopped talking.

“No need, Antina,” Brando interrupted her, answering, “but that's where we're going. ”

“What?” Antittina stuck.

The young man nodded and, in order to find Valhalla, he had to rely not only on the Green Village, but also on the Senians. Lord Martha delivered this little girl to him for a big favor, and the Senians, although closed, had a simple feeling about real friends shared by the mountain people.

It's only through the Senians that we can reach Druid--

Druid, Brando thought it was another group almost as hidden as the Pokémon, even earlier. Their footprints were extinct from the civilized world as early as 350 years after they flourished.

“Brando, what are the Senians?” Roman grabbed the little girl's hand and couldn't help but blink and ask her questions.

“It's a long story," Brando smiled, lifting his hand and scratching her nose - causing the businesswoman to wrinkle a pair of tiny eyebrows backwards. The young man finally replied, "But the elves have a name for them. ”

“At 'zon-” Brando said: "Son of the forest. ”

“The werewolf?” Miss Merchant glances curiously: “I've heard of them! ”

The young man bowed his head, noting that the little girl had apparently reacted when he referred to the elf word 'At’ zon ’. She raised her head and looked at him with a pair of eyes like turquoise.

Green is so deep in the eyes.

The Green Village mentioned in Brando's mouth is probably a unfamiliar place name for most of Eruin or for topographic map compilers. In the latest edition of the administrative map of the Year of Candles and Daggers, ordered by Obergu VII, there were as many as 450 towns, villages and estates on the land of the Kingdom, none of which was named ‘Green Village’.

But young people prefer to know about this place.

This Senian colony on the border.

In fact, in the year of silver, more than a decade later, the adventure troupe they headed for the Kalanga Mountains started there. But then the scenery was different from now--

They rode through the cultivated land opened by the Senians on the edge of the forest and saw a patch of land spreading in strips cut down along the forest, with a light of sunlight passing through tall black pine trees and a bunch of them drooling over their work.

Quiet as a dream of silence.

Brando remembers that in his memory, stretching all the way from here to the distance, was a meadow filled with grass; all artificial traces were long gone, except that the road was stubbornly growing out of the woods under his horseshoe.

His eyes crossed those fields and he could almost see the beach behind him. He remembered that it was a colony of early thirties demons, and it took a lot of work to get through the black forest.

Previous attacks by noble cavalry, however, brought him back to reality. He first saw a broken fence, the horses passing through the fields and crops being smashed into thin air, as if they were traces of wild boar crossings.

“These fucking guys.” A grey wolf mercenary whispered.

Mercenaries like them, mostly from mountain people, are either mountain hunters or simply farmers. In their view, nobles of higher rank certainly do not understand that these crops are everything to those who depend on them for their livelihood.

However, as if to echo his words, a walker walked around the fence and saw a woman in a broken linen blouse sitting on her knees and crying in front of a ruined field.

And a man, who seemed to be her husband -- holding a rake in his hand, eyebrows locked to watch it all. When he saw a pedestrian coming out of behind the fence, his face changed slightly and he immediately laid the rake on his chest: "Asha, run! They're back! ”

When he finished, he shouted and jumped up.

Unfortunately, before he could make any further moves, Sy, who had been riding on a horse, swept up a stalk with a long handle of a trident. The red-haired girl frowned and didn't expect her to be so vulnerable that she realized that she might just be an ordinary farmer and then turned her back and wanted to lift her up. But before she could do it, she felt herself embraced.

The woman named Asha held her from behind and shook her head as she cried: "Please don't kill him, Joel, run! ”

Apparently the man had no intention of doing so, and he saw his wife hugging Sy, her eyes red, a low roar and spelled it again.

The low roar has approached the beast.

But he immediately felt a sharp long gun against his throat. He followed the long gun and looked into the cold amber eyes of the red-haired girl. He couldn't help but fight a cold war.

The movement of the whole person is also stuck independently.

“Idiot. ”

Sy said coldly.

“Self-inflicted.” She dropped the trident in her hand and shook it beside her - a lightning bolt, a tall black pine falling down.

Throughout the process, everyone immediately witnessed the whole process as if to stand idly by; even if they were mercenaries, they did not have a fondness for the Senians, only Roman, who was always curious to blink.

And the man seemed to have just woken up, and he didn't understand why Sy didn't kill herself, just a soft leg, almost unconsciously sitting back. But this is when a tiny voice comes out of the crowd:

“IzzJol!”

The man known as Joel looked back, almost incredibly unable to believe his ears, and looked incredibly at the little girl in Roman's arms with a long green hair like a waterfall, almost thinking she was hallucinating.

Behind Sy, the woman couldn't bear to let go and asked, “Fania, why are you here? Didn't they put you...? ”

“IzzJol, Esovoizztam.” (Elf: Uncle Joel, they saved me.

The little girl answered with a small voice, sounding like a breeze through the forest, making wind chimes sound.

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Something happened yesterday, I'm sorry.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)